PETER: Where's Potpan? Why isn't he helping us? He should be moving and scraping plates!
FIRST SERVINGMAN: When all the manners are in the hands of only a few men—and those hands are dirty—it's a foul thing.
PETER: Take away the stools, sideboards, and plates. You, friend, save me a piece of marzipan, and if you love me, have the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
SECOND SERVINGMAN: Yes, I'm ready.
PETER: They're looking for you in the great chamber.
FIRST SERVINGMAN: We can't be both here and there!
Cheers, boys! Be quick for a while, and let he who lives the longest take everything.
CAPULET: Welcome, gentlemen! The ladies who don't have corns on their toes will dance with you.
Ha! My ladies, which of you will refuse to dance now?